The Sound
There will be no meeting. Go deeper– is it quiet there?
He is the one you could never have. Though he could
Never not be yours. Deeper– it’s the sound of waking.
When we were younger we could drink a lot more
Coffee. I remember our first cup together. In the depths
Of the night, its upside down ocean, sound is replaced
By a strange pressure on the ears. On the entire surface
Of your body. This is where fissures open up in the roof
And new mountains emerge. It’s where stars are born.
Where a shy medallion spilled from God’s pirate ship
twined through the waves of dark sleep and became
The moon. Some hearts would explode from the pressure
Mine is like the cork that has to be pushed back
Into the wine bottle corkscrewed side down. Torn
But doing its job. Deeper but not so deep
You couldn’t pluck it out with your bare hand.
Sometimes a memory is tame as soft rain, deeper
than falling asleep, like a read book empty and full
at the same time, the sound of a candle in the room.
Translations from the English 
Love those last three lines.
Thank you, L!
You’re welcome, Jeff.
Seconded! Oof
Yes!
Damn, this is good!
Thank you, Bob!
Amazing.
Thank you, mk. Glad you are here.
me too!
Simply wonderful! And yes, those last 3 lines!!! Am so glad you found me so I could find you – I love everything I’ve read so far – your words envelop me in the mysteries and your tone is pitch perfect. Thank you, Jeff!
Thank you! Through our mutual poet friend Robert Okaji, I have found many other wonderful poets. So we can both thank him for the intro.
Indeed! Bob has a talent for spreading the word, so to speak, alongside his own remarkable poems.😊
He sure does. I really enjoyed his Q&A with you. Learned a lot.
Well, Jeff, I sure learned a lot about myself too, thanks to Bob asking that I answer the questions as fully as possible! I’m glad you enjoyed it!🙏😊Lynne
Wonderful poem, Jeff. And as others have said, those last three lines are pitch perfect.